A child who died young

In the thirty-second year of Yuan Shun, the seventh day of the ninth month, today is the 300th anniversary of the establishment of the Chuyang Dynasty.

Dynasties throughout the ages have only been long for more than 280 years, and even shorter for only a few years. Just like the previous dynasty of the Chuyang Dynasty, it only existed for more than 30 years before it was destroyed by the founding monarch of the Chuyang Dynasty due to tyranny. It was as if there was a spell shrouded in it, and most of the dynasties and generations had more than three hundred years of qi.

The old emperor was very happy to amnesty the world and announced a three-year tax reduction in various states, and the people of the Chuyang Dynasty heard this move and shouted long live our emperor, and the whole country was filled with a wind of joy.

A few families are happy and a few are sad, at this time, the Tang Mansion in Mobei, the border of the Chuyang Dynasty, has a strange behavior, a few subordinates took off the red lantern hanging at the door and replaced it with a white lantern, and there was a bunch of people around the door, and the steward didn't know what to say to them. The main hall was so silent that you could hear a pin drop on the floor.

"Alas" a sigh broke the silence, "Mr. Sun, is there really no way to save my son?" Tang Ziyi, the second son of the Tang family, said with a sad face.

"Mr. Sun, if you can save my grandson, even if I let my Tang family scatter all my property, even if I let my bones be broken, I will not give up," Tang Jixian, the head of the Tang family, said solemnly.

"Brother Tang, it's not that I don't want to help, it's really powerless, I've never seen Ling'er's illness, and it's not recorded in the book" Mr. Sun looked at Tang Jixian, who was looking at the main seat, and said: "Ling'er was born in less than seven months, born less than a catty, born with a broken spiritual root, and it is a miracle that this disease can survive until now, not to mention that now Ling'er has no pulse, and it is difficult to save the Daluo Immortal." ”

Tang Jixian looked up, his face was sad, after listening to Mr. Sun's words, it was as if he had aged dozens of years and become an old man, Mr. Sun was the best doctor in the local area, and he had a friendship with him for more than ten years, and he did not have the slightest doubt about what he said. Alas, if you want to practice by yourself for decades, even if you become one of the top ten masters in Mobei now, what's the use, in the end, you can't even save your grandchildren. Thinking of this, Tang Jixian felt so powerless for the first time.

The little master of the Tang family, "Tang Ling", is a premature baby, born in poor health, the spiritual root is incomplete and cannot be cultivated, and with an unknown disease, he will only open his mouth to speak at the age of four, and he will only crawl at the age of five. Today was originally the birthday of the little master, the sixth birthday, and the next person got up very early and began to arrange to make the little master happy, who would have expected that the little master would die of illness in the afternoon, how could this not make people sad.

In Tang Ling's bedroom, a woman was lying on the side of Tang Ling's bed in pain, and several women next to her comforted her with tears, for fear that something would happen to her.

"Wanjun, don't cry, Ling'er is just asleep, Ling'er will be sad if she sees you like this," Shen Ying stroked Gu Wanjun's back and said in a choked voice.

It was Tang Ling's eldest mother Shen Ying who spoke, and the woman who was crying on the side of the bed was Tang Ziyi's wife, Tang Ling's biological mother Gu Wanjun. Tang Ling is the only child of Gu Wanjun and Tang Ziyi.

Except for Tang Ling's biological mother Gu Wanjun, Shen Ying usually loves Tang Ling the most, and some of the snacks she makes don't give to her children first, she always gives them to Tang Ling to eat first, even if Tang Ling doesn't like to eat, she only eats a little at a time. But Shen Ying still took the trouble to make all kinds of snacks for Tang Ling day after day. Although Tang Ling eats little, every time he sees his eldest lady coming, he will smile.

At the door of the room, Tang Ling's brothers and sisters went to the door to peek secretly, and they were too scared to go in.

Tang Ling's brothers and sisters have never been jealous of the people in the mansion because they are good to Tang Ling, he bullied him, on the contrary, Tang Ling's brothers and sisters also love Tang Ling from time to time to give Tang Ling fun.

Tang Ling's second brother, Tang Chong, grabbed a half-formed clay figure with one hand and the door frame with the other, and stretched forward hard. This clay figure was pinched by Tang Chong today to prepare a birthday gift for Tang Ling, and before he finished pinching, he heard about Tang Ling's matter and ran over.

Tang Chong usually likes to pinch clay figures, and often pinches all kinds of clay figures to Tang Ling, Tang Ling is not in good health, so he carries Tang Ling out to play, and Tang Ling laughs as soon as he is on the back of his second brother. That time, Tang Chong pinched a clay figure with Tang Ling on his back and told Tang Ling that he would carry him on his back for the rest of his life and take him to play. Tang Ling took the clay figure to look left, right, and Tang Chong, and kept smirking, maybe he was happy to see the clay figure, or he was happy to understand Tang Chong's words.

Tang Chong remembered his past with Tang Ling, and couldn't help but shed tears.

"Wanjun, Wanjun, what's wrong with you?" Shen Ying shook Gu Wanjun's body and shouted in panic.

Gu Wanjun collapsed in front of Tang Ling's bed at this time.

"Chong'er, go tell your grandfather and uncle. Shen Ying turned around and said to Tang Chong and the others at the door.

Tang Chong knew that things were not good, and hurriedly ran to the main hall and told his grandfather, uncle and others about the situation.

Tang Ziyi stood up after hearing the "Teng", took three steps and hurried to Tang Ling's bedroom. The rest of the people also hurried over.

"Wanjun, how are you?" Tang Ziyi took Gu Wanjun from Shen Ying's arms and helped him to the stool. I have lost my son today, and if I lose my wife, I really have nothing.

Mr. Sun, who came later, saw this and gave Gu Wanjun a pulse, and then opened Gu Wanjun's eyelids and looked at it and comforted: "Mrs. just loves her son and faints from crying, just rest for a few days and take some medicine."

Tang Ziyi breathed a sigh of relief after listening to Mr. Sun's words, and asked someone to send Gu Wanjun back to the room to take care of him.

The funeral supplies prepared by outsiders to report to Tang Ling were all ready, Tang Jiye patted Tang Ziyi and said: "Ziyi, it's time to let Ling Er go, he is a good boy, and he will definitely be a good boy of my Tang family in the next life." ”

Tang Ziyi wiped his tears and snorted.

The people of Mobei have always advocated simplicity and do not like big burials. Moreover, Tang Ling died early and had not yet married a wife, so according to local rules, he could not enter the ancestral grave and could not erect a monument.

Tang Jiye found someone to see a cemetery with relatively beautiful scenery and good feng shui, and began to prepare for Tang Ling's funeral.

Tang Ziyi put a strange jade pendant into Tang Ling's arms, this piece of jade was obtained by Tang Ziyi in the early years. I don't know what age it is, and I haven't seen the type of this jade myself. I just vaguely felt that this jade was extraordinary, there was a kind of mysterious power, but I couldn't say what kind of power it was, I was afraid that Tang Ling would lose it when he was young and didn't give it to him, so I took advantage of Tang Ling's birthday today to give him a gift, but Tang Ling never saw it again, thinking of this Tang Ziyi shed tears again.

Tang Ling's activities before his death were very simple, except for the jade that Tang Ziyi put in the Tang Ling Pavilion was more precious, everyone else put the things that Tang Ling loved during his lifetime.

Tang Chong put the half-finished clay figurine pinched for Tang Ling into Tang Ling's hands, which may be the last clay figurine he gave to Tang Ling. Tang Chong couldn't believe that Tang Ling had passed away, and kept telling himself in his heart that it was his younger brother who was joking with him

Tang Ling's funeral ended quickly, everyone returned to the Tang Mansion without saying a word, at dinner time, looking at the dishes on the table, everyone had no appetite, Tang Ziyi got up directly and went back to take care of Gu Wanjun, and the others also ate a few bites casually and left.

A year after his death, he opened his eyes in the coffin and looked around only to see one patch of darkness after another.

The endless darkness brought deep fear to himself, he didn't know where he was, and he tried to straighten up, but he ended up straight out of the grave.

Seeing the scenery in front of him, Tang Lin looked dazed, where is this? Why is he here, Tang Lin tapped his head hard, trying to recall something, but found that he couldn't feel the weight of his arm, looked down and found that he was floating in the air, and then looked back and saw the tomb bag, thinking that he should be dead.

Alas, Tang Lin sighed silently in his heart, he couldn't remember his memories clearly, he only remembered that his name was Tang Lin, there was a gentle woman who often held him, and there was a handsome and mighty man who liked to tell stories to himself, and there was a little brother who liked to pinch clay figures for himself. But Tang Lin didn't remember what their names were, where they were, and what they looked like.

Tang Lin heard some movement on the right, turned his head to look, and saw a person wearing a black official robe, embroidered with yellow characters on his chest, and holding a rusty chain in his hand, that person looked at himself with a pale face and laughed.

But in Tang Lin's opinion, that smile was not friendly at all, it looked worse than crying, could this be the legendary impermanence, Tang Lin thought to himself.

"Hey, a lonely ghost, I've bumped into it, so let's go. The man in the black robe said with a low voice and a smile.

The official beckoned to Tang Lin with his hand without a chain.

Tang Lin was still stunned, and when he saw him waving at him, he walked towards him uncontrollably.

Tang Lin didn't know how long he had walked or how far he had walked, and he followed the servants like a puppet with a string on his back.

After a long time, Tang Lin saw a huge black giant gate, the giant gate was thousands of miles high, he stood in front of the giant gate like an ant, the giant door was written with Nuogan big characters, those big characters were filled with a simple and mysterious atmosphere, Tang Lin had never seen that kind of words, like words not words, like paintings not paintings.

For a moment, Tang Lin seemed to be caught in those words, unable to extricate himself.

The official saw Tang Lin's state and shouted to him and called his god back. "You can't just read those words, if you read them for a long time, you will be dissipated. The official said to Tang Lin expressionlessly.

Tang Lin came back to his senses and continued to follow the servant forward, it was extremely dark here, and the dark clouds in the sky seemed to swallow up this space, and lightning fell one after another, and the road was about to tear this land apart. Tang Lin looked a little frightened, for fear that the lightning would hit his head, so he quickened his pace to keep up with the pace of the officer, Tang Lin felt that it should be safe to follow the officer.

After a while, Tang Lin saw more and more people like himself, who were taken away by the officials, and the destination was the huge black palace in the distance, Tang Lin thought to himself that it might be the place where he was judged, whether he could still be reincarnated, and whether he could return to that home with vague memories.